OK, so now I know why my etherzone sled went to shit on me - put the wrong fix in the tank, shoulda been alligator livers. Go figure. What the hell, the heat tile on the prow were about toasted anyway. Now I got some more impotent issues on my mind. Like how come tires only come in black? Don't tell me we ain't got the technology. I think it's a damn DOT conspiracy. I want some that are seethru so I can fill em with that light bulb gas that glows when you got nuclear halatosis around. That way I'll have time to pack the 02 and head for the Alamo and wait for succesion with the rest of the folks with good sense. Well, since my sled frapped in, I've been workin on the 02. I moved the radiator back against the fire wall and gave it some resperation with a scoop on the hood and some of the little computer coolin fans from the MSR 71 wreckage. That way you don't need no heater core. The radiator does double duty. And I put the starter and generator where the clutch used to be. That's an old idea who's time has come. So what I do with the clutch? I put it on the ass end of the tranny where it belongs. It's kinda complicated explainin that, and I think it might be a state secret anyway. Sure does make swappen out a lot easier though. The other problem I got is big city driven. You can't see shit sitten lower than a SUV or one of those Iron Rhino's like Delk's got. So I was gonna steal the periscope off the Merrimak and stick it out the sunroof, but it just don't look like a proper bavarian hi-tech redneck kinda thing. So I went to the famous seein clinic in Washington, dc, 8th and eye, and had a monkey eyeball sewn on my finger tip by that Dr. Jane fella that's so famous. It works pretty fine. I just stick my hand thru the sunroof and pan that monkey eye around and I knows zactly where to drive. Now I got some more to talk about, but I gotta go wrestle me a gator for to get that gd damn liver, Dwight told me bout. Let me remind ya, Honest Jo don't never lie.